Even Long Wenmu stood up and stretched out his hand to pull Ye Qi, Yun Jia, and Qing'er, who were not very strong, behind him.

The fifteen people joined forces, although they could suppress him, but in this short period of time, they could not stop him from making this palm print.

Even if you only make one move, the people below will inevitably be more than lucky.

Seeing the magnificent palm print falling out of thin air, I felt the earth-shattering wrath.

And at this moment, two figures appeared in the sky above the old man.

How these two people appeared, no one saw it, even the fifteen Heavenly Demon Masters couldn't detect it in advance.

The two were shrouded in black robes, and their faces were blurred.

One of them flicked his fingers, and the palm force of the old man's blast dissipated abruptly before it touched the people below.

The old man was stunned and looked up.

The other black-robed man also flicked his fingers, and the old man's chest exploded with blood, leaving a hole in it. The location of the blood hole, which should have been the heart, was empty at the moment.

Even if the Heavenly Demon Master is seriously injured by this, he can only fall.

The old man's high breath quickly fell, and he opened his mouth to spit out a puddle of blood.

"Medium grade...... The Heavenly Demon Master ...... "When he fell, he looked at the two people in the sky unwillingly.

Even the fifteen Heavenly Demon Masters of the same rank couldn't stop him, but those two killed him with a snap of their fingers.

The old man fell weakly from the sky, and his breath plummeted.

In the direction of the Northern Underworld, someone was shouting hoarsely, but these shouts gradually faded in the old man's ears.

When his consciousness was finally about to dissipate, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, as if something had cut his neck. Then I saw Mo Yulou's indifferent face.

"Old immortal, you want to kill me?" Mo Yulou stared into his eyes.

The last clarity in the old man's mind was about to dissipate, and in his afterglow, he saw the headless corpse that collapsed on the ground, and at this moment, his consciousness completely disappeared.

The scene has become rare and eerie.

In the ring, blood splattered seven steps.

Mo Yulou stood in the center of the ring, holding a blood-stained short sword in one hand and the head of the old man of the demon master in the other, and the headless body of the old man fell at the feet of Mo Yulou.

The scene was a little chaotic, and Long Wenmu saw the two black-robed people in the sky who had dealt a fatal blow to the old man, and they flew back to Emperor Yanyang's side one after another.

Emperor Yanyang flicked his sleeves and got up and came to the edge of the stands indifferently.

"The battle of the Heavenly Demons, the battle between the Great Demon Masters. The Heavenly Demon Master of the Northern Netherworld intends to interfere, and the low-grade Heavenly Demon Master also dares to be presumptuous, and he is innocent of death. His shouting rang out to every corner of the vast venue.

Everyone didn't care whether they were convinced or not, and they didn't dare to act rashly under his roar.

Killing a Heavenly Demon Master is as easy as crushing an ant, what kind of strength should the two people around Emperor Yanyang be?

Where the Northern Underworld is located, many people have the heart to make a move. But in the face of such a scene, no one dared to stand up.

If someone from the Yang Kingdom can kill a Heavenly Demon Master, they can kill the second and third......

In terms of overall strength, the Izuyang Kingdom is not something they can compete with at all.

The people of the Northern Underworld silently came to power and collected the body of the old man of the Heavenly Demon Master. He spread his hand to Mo Yulou again: "Return my Senior Brother Mo's head." ”

Mo Yulou put away his short sword and smiled, not planning to return the head at all.

"I cut off this man's head, and he is my trophy. What has entered my hands, do you still want to go back to the Northern Underworld?"

"You are bold!" roared the demon master of the Northern Netherworld, whose teeth were about to crush.

The Heavenly Demon Master of his empire was killed in public, which was already a great shame. It's just that he was forced by the situation and didn't dare to stir up trouble again. But now that the other party doesn't even return the head, is there a greater humiliation than this?

In the stands, Emperor Yanyang snorted: "This traitor dares to make waves in the battle of heavenly demons and break the rules. As far as I can see, hang this person's head in the ring until the end of the battle of the Heavenly Demons, as an example. ”

There was a lot of uproar in the audience.

The demon master of the Northern Netherworld clenched his fists and glared at it with resentment. Hurriedly clenched his fists: "Emperor Yun, Qingyun Castle is your territory." Although my Senior Brother Mo broke the rules, he is already dead, and he is ...... He also failed to hurt the people who were fighting. The person has died, and I hope that Emperor Yun will allow us to retrieve the body completely. ”

Yun Rulong stood up, didn't see the slightest expression, just said in the calmest voice: "The rules of the Heavenly Demon War cannot be messed up, I agree with Emperor Yanyang's statement." ”

Even Qingyun Castle was in a commotion. Yun Jia frowned bitterly, and Long Wenmu's face was not very good-looking.

Emperor Yanyang snorted and glanced at Mo Yulou.

Mo Yulou stretched out his hand and threw the head in his hand directly onto the boulder engraved with the words "Man Conquers the Sky".

And the head fell on the top of the boulder, and the people had to look up to see it.

The bloodstains in the venue still tell the story of this tragedy.

Yun Rulong announced flatly: "Although there are waves, fortunately, the culprit has been ambushed." Today, the Heavenly Demon Master is bent on going his own way, and the disaster will not reach the Northern Underworld. This is the end of the battle of the Sixteen Kingdoms today, and you can each go back to prepare for the second round of tomorrow's battle. ”

The enthusiasm of the big battle became a little dull after the Heavenly Demon Master was killed. The people of the Northern Underworld did not dare to reclaim the head in public, and left with hatred. The crowd stopped waiting and left the venue one after another.

Long Wenmu also beckoned to everyone: "It's over, let's go back too." ”

Greet all the disciples of Lingyun Castle and return to Lingyun Castle.

A rare event, Qingyun Castle also won, and it should have been happy. But everyone was silent on the way, and everyone's heart felt heavy.

Returning to Lingyun Peak, Long Wenmu returned to the small courtyard on the top of the mountain, got clean water, and cleaned himself from head to toe.

Change into clean clothes and walk out of the house.

"Those people in the country of Izuyang are really hateful. Qing'er snorted coldly.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little heavy, on the one hand, it was caused by the killing of the Heavenly Demon Master, and on the other hand, it was also because he saw the strength of the Izuyang Kingdom.

The opponent is not only strong, but also ruthless, and it is false to say that you don't worry about it at all.

Yun Jia walked to Long Wenmu's side and helped him straighten his collar.

There were things I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't.

Yun Jia wanted him not to participate in the war anymore, for fear that he would become the same as those people in the Northern Netherworld, but Yun Jia knew Long Wenmu's reason for going to war, so the words only came to his lips and swallowed back.

"You have to be careful in the ensuing battle. "A thousand words, only turned into this exhortation.

"Got it. Long Wenmu smiled.

Yu Dashuai and Scarlet Xiaoyu were there, Scarlet Xiaoyu did not go back to Qingyun Castle, but came here with them, and the two whispered, probably discussing some things related to the war.

"You're finally back, and I thought you were dead outside. "I don't know when there was a lot of people in the courtyard.

Long Wenmu saw the man under the tree: "Chang Xiucai." ”

"Stinky boy, my surname is Changsun, not Chang, and I'm not a showman. If you dare to call it wrong, I will pull out your tongue. Eldest Sun Hou was a little angry, stared at Long Wenmu for a long time, and beckoned to him, "You come with me." ”

The eldest grandson Hou used to stay in Lingyun Peak, just like a emperor, he put on a bad face at everyone. Long Wenmu wanted to talk to him, but he was thrown a lot of cold eyes, and today he actually had the leisure to take the initiative to talk to him.

Long Wenmu followed him to a corner to avoid people's eyes.

"Tell me, how your strength has grown so much. "The eldest grandson Hou said that the strength of the dragon and the herd had increased greatly.

To be honest, Long Wenmu's strength has grown so much in just a few days, and the eldest grandson Hou feels a little unbelievable.

There are some things that Long Wenmu can't hide from him, the key is that his strength is too high, and he can't hide it if he wants to.

Truthfully told me about absorbing the two source stones.

After hearing this, the eldest grandson waited for a poetic hand and stroked a pink flower on the tree: "In this way, your kid has absorbed two little demon source stones of the same origin to increase his strength." When you came to ask me, I thought you were just talking about it, you are quite kind, and your life is quite hard. ”

Long Wenmu stepped forward arrogantly and rudely ripped off the many pink flowers he had touched, causing the eldest grandson to flick his sleeves hatefully.

"Rough man. ”

"Chang Xiucai, ask you something. ”

"I said, my surname is Changsun, not Chang!"

"Got it, got it, Chang Xiucai, I'm serious. Tell me what the hell is going on with refining the homologous source stone. ”

Eldest Sun Hou turned his back and snorted with his nose: "Refining the Homologous Source Stone, the higher the grade, the more dangerous it is. ”

"What if I have a lot of homologous source stones and keep refining?" Long Wenmu asked again.

The eldest grandson Hou raised his head slightly, thoughtfully: "If you keep refining, there will naturally be an end." It's too risky, very few people do it, and I don't know much. I've just heard someone say by chance that there is a state that seems to be called the state of Dzogchen. ”

"The realm of the Great Perfection?" Long Wenmu doubted.

"I don't know exactly how, but I've heard that it seems that this Great Perfection Realm is related to refining the same source stone. Everyone knows that the realm of demon masters is nothing more than the four realms of heaven and earth, but among these four realms, there are many mysteries, and even whether there is a realm above these four realms, no one can say. There are many strange things in the world, and the strangeness of the demon master is by no means covered by the four realms, and there may be many paths that have not been walked before, and it all depends on their own chances. ”

Long Wenmu rubbed his cheeks, among the demon masters, there was indeed too much uncertainty. The realms are different, the source stones of refining are different, and the combat power caused by them is also very different, and in many cases, there is no way to judge a person with a single aspect.

"Besides, have you seen him today?" the eldest grandson asked after a pause.

"Who?"

"Who else could it be? "When the eldest grandson Hou thought of Moyulou, he lost his good face. Mo Yulou is a great demon master, but he can leave safely in his own hands, and the eldest grandson Hou has always been haunted.

Long Wenmu was silent for a moment and nodded: "I've seen it." ”

"Then do you know his strength?"

Long Wenmu was silent again: "I know something." ”

When I saw Mo Yulou make a move, I probably sensed something.

"Then you should know, even if you get stronger. But with you now, even if you use all your means, you can't win him. ”

Long Wenmu rarely did not refute.

When he first left the Demon Tomb, he felt that he was sure of winning the Battle of the Heavenly Demons. But right now, he really doesn't have much confidence......

Moyulou is the enemy.

"It's too early for you to be discouraged, and if you want, I can give you a plan. The eldest grandson turned his head.

Long Wenmu retreated with some disgust, this guy doesn't seem to be the kind of person who thinks about people, he gives advice to himself, most of which is not a good thing.

"I don't know why you still have to stay in the realm of the little demon master, as long as you want, you should be promoted to the great demon master at any time. As long as you can be promoted, it's not impossible to win this battle of heavenly demons, right?"

Long Wenmu bared his teeth.

Promoted to the Great Demon Master, I really don't want to do this.